"Young miss, he... he's a disciple," Fu pointed to the Mo Yujue and saw his eyes turn cold. He hid behind Ning Muxue in fear. He almost gave Xiao Huan, wuwu~ Miss."
"Haha, Xiao Huan, it's fine," Ning Muxue laughed. "I will not succeed." Fu smiled and looked at Mo Yujue.
Mo Yujue now, his face was simply too dark. He was just about to take a piece of paper and dye it black. Seeing Ning Muxue smile becoming more and more happy, his expression almost erupted with hatred. He shouted," Ning**€****€*** **€?
Ning Muxue was enough to suppress the smile on his face. He explained to Xiao Huan," Cough, Xiao Huan, I brought you out, not him."
"Miss, what did you say?" Xiao Huan doubtfully pulled Ning Muxue sleeve, his face full of disbelief.
Ning Muxue supported his forehead and sighed before spe
